savetheearth | Entries tagged with attack on titan: reiner braun

Who: Ryan, Bertholdt, Alan, Octavia, and Jamie
Where: Bertholdt and Ryan's apartment
When: Backdated to Saturday 02/08
Why: Alan and Octavia have moved in! And Jamie is a weeabo, is anyone else surprised?
Warnings: Stupid teenager bullshit, probable talk of "yaois," lots of face palming.
( this is probably why bertl never had any friends )

siesinddasessen

Who: Blaine Frost and Ryan Brown
When: 4th of February, afternoon; follow up to this thread.
Where: In a van.
What: Blaine is coming to pick Ryan up for an echo inducing meeting (they plan on using part of the survey corps uniform for this. Other things will happen). Despite the shady person in a van, his is not a kidnapping, promise.
Warnings?: Spoilers. Also maybe body horror (of the SNK variety).

( お前の翼は何の為にある )

hollowleg

Back from San Francisco. I now know how pulses come back when you cross into the field and it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. glad i left myself a note to fly into newark and drive and not locke. still had to pull over when it hit

I see that you all managed to make the hugest goddamn mess while I was gone. I swear I can't leave any of you alone for more than a few days. "Preemptively" killing Blood Keys and offing Proud? A+, gold star, much applause. remind me not to get on the numbers club's bad side, christ.

EDIT: as a note, if you aren't one of the morons who decided to act like a vigilante dumbass, i'm not talking to you. obviously.

[PRIVATE; Chris]

Hey, back in town. Can I stay with you? If your uncle's house isn't still in shambles. I can try and help with that maybe.

[PRIVATE; Ryan and Bertl]

yo dorks I heard tell of a wedding. we should pow-wow on cake ideas. I know you don't need to eat, but all your guests will. What's a wedding without cake??

schild

[ Scribbled on a piece of paper ]

Wedding Plans!!

DATES. Spring? Summer?

Colors?? (Ask Karson??) I don't know about that...

Flowers? ~~are these really necessary~~ YES! they are.

Invitations? Maybe ~~guage~~ gauge interest??

Venues. ~~It doesn't have to be a huge thing~~ But still!

Alright, Network. We need help. Have any of you guys ever planned a wedding?

[ And yes, the slightly smaller font is Bertl. ]

siesinddasessen

[The voice feed is activated by a shaky breath, but for a moment it only transmits the sound of wind and fighting in the distance. The voice that finally speaks is Blaine's, but it's much unlike everything that those on the network have heard from her before. She sounds scared out of her mind, half mad with panic - and that's a pretty exact description of her current state of mind. She wouldn't ask for help if she saw any other way out of this.]

Someone [her voice is pressed] who can fly. Or. similar.

And carry a person. [A breath. voice halting, but then pushing forward (the secrecy's over anyway):] The other Bertholdt could. Or - Soren.

Death District. Near a small park. [Her sentences are still curt, voice jittery and forced into relative calm, but concentrating on something else seems to help slightly with the panic.] Up on the side of a house. A few streets from Watershed lane.

[ooc: This is happening sometime later on in this ongoing thread while the others are still fighting. Somehow, Ymir will fall off that roof and instinctively use her newly echoed 3DMG (I would wait until the thread gets there but don't want to have to backdate it too far)- the problem is that she is still deadly afraid of heights which is why she is now hanging at the side of the building, expertly suspended but also stiff as a stick and completely unable to get away from there. If you want to send your character in for physical help please tag this comment for the action part, otherwise the post is up for normal taggings (I just want to avoid multiple rescue missions).

Also for reference, this post goes (ICLy) up roughly 15 hours after this.]

wasthatmymom

lately I been thinkin' I aint the most productive guy i havent done any cool heroic feats (that u kno about.....) lately and i thought it was time to STEP IT UP and help out

i notice erryday ppl be like "am i crazy" "what is this place" "why do i remember playing tennis w/ shakespeare and his pet dog scruffles"

so i took it upon myself to create a handy guide that's much better than the wall of txt u guys already use

i basically streamlined that into a much easier to read format hope it helps all u newbies

( non ic cut for big image )

ex_purity762

On this network I've seen a lot of things. People have always seemed divided on issues, and how to treat the Blood Keys looks to be no different. There's been a lot of anger here, and to be honest, I can understand that.

But others have expressed why they feel it's wrong already. There's nothing I could really add to that. So what I would rather do is ask you all a question.

Who do you want to be?

I don't ask what you want to be, because I'm not sure how much of a say we have in that. But we can decide who we are, and maybe knowing each others' answer to that will help us better understand one another.

So I'll start. I want to be someone who can help others. It doesn't matter how big or small that help is - but I want to be capable of that. Not just for my family, but the people around me who need it.

I'd like to know your answers too, if anyone's willing.

[ooc: Not sure if I need to mention but if you guys want to reply to each other, feel free to!]

shortspoken

Who: Annabellie and her ~~victims~~ students
What: 3DMG lessons
When: Nowish
Where: The forest just off Chloe's ranch

( With all the force of a great typhoon )

vetala

Hello and my sincerest apologies. I didn't really have a choice in leaving you all so suddenly, mostly due to my status as still under my parents supervision. L.A. was interesting. It was nice to see my extended family one more time before whatever is going on in this city inevitably overtakes my life to the point where I can no longer live a semblance of a normal one and my parents finally catch on to the fact that their daughter is a terrifying mutant and react appropriately.

Anyway, I brought souvenirs for anyone who wants some. They are all pretty much horrible and kitschy. If I could get a brief summary of what I missed, as well as a roll call to reassure myself that you're all, at the very least, coping well, that would be wonderful and I would appreciate it.

gewidmet

[ Sssso.... How do you go about this? Michelle types in the numbers in the blank document, carefully thinking about how to proceed. ]

Hello.

[ Well, that's a good start, at least. ]

I've been reading up on the FAQ, but this still seems a bit unbelievable to me. I'm a bit overwhelmed, to be honest.

Anyway, my name is Michelle. I'm [ … ] new here, I suppose. Recently I received a vague memory of a scarf, and when I returned home there was a red scarf in my bag that I don't remember purchasing.

I have a feeling it wasn't just put there by someone, as well. It feels [ … ] very significant, and familiar. Does anyone have any input on this? It'd be helpful, thanks.

darkinferno

[Wow, that sure is a pretty normal-looking living room you're seeing, secret numbers club. Light-colored walls, a piano where the light from the windows can fall on it, a couple books stacked on the coffee table... pretty stereotypical and boring. Wow-ee. The view stays here for about a minute, then the camera jerks, like the holder suddenly jumped back quickly.

A heartbeat more, and a humanoid-shaped Heartless is rising up into view. It remains in view for several seconds, then abruptly turns and walks away. It keeps walking even once it's reached the wall, even though it isn't getting anywhere, but finally seems to get the idea, melting back into a dark shadow on the floor that moves around of its own accord.

When Dante speaks, his voice is very, very deadpan. (Although to perceptive listeners, a very faint undertone of surprise might be heard.)]

For what it's worth, I believe you guys now.

[ooc: As an aside, this incarnation of Riku sounds nearly identical to his predecessor! So if your character ever spoke with Riku, it's definitely a real possibility to mistake the two. Feel free to run with it if you'd like.]

toobig

Hi, uh, everyone.

[Bertholdt's never broadcasted his voice to the Network before, but he sounds the same to anyone who'd know him, probably, despite sounding a bit more nervous than usual.]

I haven't posted on here in a while, I guess... things have been busy. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Er, holiday you celebrate. Or don't celebrate. Whatever.

[He swallows, and there's a sound of his fingers tapping against something.]

I guess I just wanted to... check up on everyone. Things have been... really bad lately, so...

But I guess good things... can come out of this whole thing too, sometimes. [His voice grows sheepish.] Ryan and I... are engaged now. S-so there's that.

It's my birthday too, so... I'm just glad I managed to live another year, you know? All of this is awful, but...

[He trails off, before he clears his throat and tries to focus.]

Just-- I hope everyone is doing okay.

hollowleg

so what danny said about me is true. i took a bite out of him. it was my fault, for sure, because i forgot my lunch that day and haha so hungry. anyway i've been trying my very best to stay away from people but i have to go back to work soon or else i won't have any money

SO first part of this post is to tell you all to avoid the Magnificent Bakery on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Those are the days I work. It's numbers club people that are most in danger. i'm usually ok if i make sure to eat.

the other thing is… does the word "Hollow" mean anything to anyone here? I found out that's what I am. they're these… ghosts, I guess. Monsters, obake. Spirits who have wandered the earth so long that they get overcome by their despair and mutate into monsters with skull-like masks, and eat other ghosts and people to try and fill the holes in their hearts. Are those a "thing" for anyone else?

… i'm not sure what to do. is there a cannibals anonymous?

oh. I hope everyone enjoyed their gifts. there were no human body parts in the cookies i promise. just sugar and flour and happiness.

[PRIVATE: BROOKE REYNOLDS]

Hey, you're a mortician, right? I need human… flesh, i guess. anything you can spare. bones, organs, whole limbs. anything.

darkinferno

It's during his cursory skype call with his parents that Dante accesses the network for the first time, typing the numbers in while he's got no other escape. He can't help the look of surprise that crosses his face when the network appears before him, but they either don't notice or don't question, and he doesn't offer any information as to what's distracting him the rest of the call. But his parents do try to keep involved in his life, and it's almost a full half-hour later before Dante finally disconnects.

By this point he's read enough. He flexes his fingers over the keyboard, half-habit, half-hesitation, then types into what he feels like must be the abyss, but appears to be much less expansive.]

Numbers, huh? Numbers, aliens, gardeners, and conspiracies.

You know, if you're trying to convince people that all of this is for real, you're doing a piss-poor job of it. Whatever happened to easing into it, instead of throwing newcomers into the deep end?

[His text sounds a lot more casual than he really is. Dante doesn't necessarily believe all this nonsense about the Secret Numbers Club and all that, but damn if it isn't an intricate piece of work. He pauses before adding anything more. Is he really planning on drinking this kool-aid?

...Shit. He wasn't going to ask. But he read the FAQ posts a little more carefully than he did when he was skimming while skyping, and it's been niggling at him for some reason. He's going to ask. He has no idea why he's humoring all this.]

Has anyone found out what happens if a Vermini infects one of... you guys?

ex_elude798

[Suzaku dials up the network from his phone, attention clearly fixed on something in front of him. His focus lies there, phone bobbing along as he walks. It's unclear exactly what he's doing until a loud pop rings through the air, and he abruptly drops the phone]

Damn-

[He clamps a hand over his shoulder, blood welling up between his fingers, and turns around. He's just in time for a pair of men dressed up in Blood Key attire to drag him offscreen, curses and threats belted about as he goes.

The sounds of struggle a short distance away are obvious. One voice remarks that the guy doesn't go down easily, and Suzaku's profanities fluctuate between English and Japanese as time drags on.

Eventually, silence settles in. It's a long, heavy silence, followed by footfalls and nothing more.

At least, until Suzaku's voice drifts over the air, weakly]

I...have to live...

[There's some scraping and shuffling, followed by a surprised cry. The sound of gunfire erupts, interspersed with thumps, thuds, and cracks. Electrical crackling joins the violent chorus, and a lone Blood Key stumbles within view of the phone's tiny screen.

He backs up one step, then another, and begins to take a third.

That's when a dark blur darts right at him, slamming into the man, the impact sending him sailing out of view. The blur stills with the scrape of boots against pavement, resolving to Suzaku's familiar form. Distantly, a crash follows.

For several long moments, Suzaku stands there, utterly still. His expression is blank. If he's aware that he's bleeding from no small number of gashes and at least one gunshot wound, he doesn't show it. Far from it, he just stands there.

Then, abruptly, he wavers, struggling to stand. He glances around wide-eyed, as though he's not quite sure where he is]

Wh-what the hell-?

[Electricity crackles and pops somewhere offscreen, and he braces in an attempt to stay on his feet. With the amount of blood on his clothes alone, it's obvious why he inevitably sinks to his knees on the pavement]

What is this...?

schild

Who: Network folks who are in Locke for Xmas
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?

( There's mistletoe inside, you know you want some. )

scramasax

[The number 3813367419 is written onto a sheet of paper, visual connection establishes with a small vocal sound, and Anthony is there in the frame - not this time around, it seems, taking care to be especially shy about having his handsomely rotted-out face in the frame. He looks, in fact, faintly exhausted, and it's reflective of his brain being in enough of a state of restlessness that nor does he this time about preface a start in on speaking - ] I have to know what, uhm.

-- Someone who can't go - anywhere. Can do. I -- [Cough into a "Hmm".] - keep trying to... think of things. I don't uh -- I don't think there's anything - no one else can.

[He's feeling rather defeated and doesn't even like what he's saying - not the admission, even the implicit one, that, within the realm of remote convenience, he cannot and probably should not go anywhere, not anywhere insecure. Similarly his voice is, all throughout, tired and restless. There's a little of a distracted, anxious shake to it, it's let hang at a lower, hoarse pitch. His eyes lower off the frame for a moment, and then sets the connection aside.]

schild

Who: the naked, ~~dickless~~ giant club
What: Attack on Echo Party
Where: Bertholdt's (and Ryan's) Apartment
When: Sunday, December 8 (evening, but not too late... because kids, y'know?)
Warnings: Spoilers for Attack on Titan all over.

( Please feel free to start your own threads because dad says be free, children. )

peacefulwinter

The Winter on the camera looks... well, a lot of things. Humbled, scared, alone, tired, and a hundred other things. But for now... she's free. And that's what's important.

"H-hi, everyone... I'm... well, I'm out of jail. They... took me in f-for getting in the way during the r-raid at the school. I'm heading home... this was a t-terrible experience. I-"

She doesn't get any farther; everything starts to shake. As it happens, she's far too close to the epicenter of the earthquake, outside, without any of her usual precautions because Raquel has her phone. Understandably, she screams, in fear at first but with a sharp squeak after a moment. She goes down to the ground, and she's moving and crying, but she's not getting up. Is she hurt...?

The roar subsides after what seems like hours, but is closer to a minute or two. Whatever was recording her - probably either her Kindle or the small mirror she'd had from the last expedition - fell to an angle where she can still be seen and heard; she's curled as tightly as she can, but one leg isn't as tight as the rest of her, and the ground is riddled with cracks of various sizes. And when she starts to relax after everything stops shaking, she shifts enough to cradle her right ankle. "I think I sprained it... damn..."

Seeing she's still being recorded, she crawls over to the camera, picking it up. "I know it's a b-bad time, but... can someone help me? I'm... on my own out here."

toobig

Who: ~~stupid boyfriends~~ Bertholdt Fubar and Ryan Brown
What: Christmas decoration! Talkin' 'bout Echoes.
Where: Their apartment.
When: December 1st
Warnings: sappy boyfriends, that's it. ~~maybe body horror tho.~~
( there's nothing I could write here that wouldn't be really sappy and embarrassing )

anequal

so.

when the doctor checked my head all he said i had was a concussion. last time i checked concussions didn't come with weird dreams/hallucinations/visions/whatever of giant naked ladies chasing you and i definitely didn't know this number before i woke up.

it's either i'm totally crazy now or they gave me the wrong medicine or i'm not actually imagining there's some kind of weird underground society that i'm suddenly part of? is this for real?

[action; Locke City University Hospital]

[This post is made from a hospital room, where one Anthony Albert is lying on a bed with his phone, typing away and scrolling through the network he just discovered. Around his head is some bandages and he's got some bandaids and other small scrapes on his face and hands from his light accident with a bad driver earlier.

This is nuts. He's also bored. The boy tosses his phone down on the mattress after a few minutes and rolls onto his side with a loud sigh.]

I'm definitely going insane.

schild

So it's looking like more and more of us remember stuff like giants and titans and the 3DMGs and the Survey Corps... I was thinking maybe we should all get together and share what we know with each other? Maybe we can have a better idea of what this "world" was and why all our past lives had that in common. Who knows, we might learn something that can help us out now.

Obviously, we're all in a bit of a bind with how tough things are, but since Bertl and I can't really go outside... maybe you guys could come here? You guys can bring some snacks and stuff and we'll just talk about things. I mean, I know our memories can get kinda gruesome, but it'll help to share and know you're not alone, right?

Of course, uh, this means you guys are gonna have to see my face, so... let me know if you want me to show you now so you don't flip out in front of all of us, haha.

[ That's... a thing that happened, yeah. ]

So, whaddya say?

dirtdevil

you know, i kinda assumed the completely random "vision" could be chalked up to a contact high. with all the smelly potheads that hang out on campus, i wouldn't be surprised. and yet here i am, connected to some kind of super internet, where i now have the opportunity to talk to other people who have also had non-drug-induced brain spasms, and presumably have also seen some weird shit followed by a long number. i'm hoping the people on this "internet" are at least a little more intelligent than the ones on the regular internet. (cats are still ok) anyway, it looks like my past life must have sucked ass. i can take the creepy flashbacks, but it would be nice if it didn't keep happening at inopportune times, like during exams or while i'm taking my grandma to bingo. christ, i was just trying to get a hot dog the first time. i couldn't even eat it afterwards because all i could see was blood all over it. fucking gross. thanks for the invite to the secret club, i guess. i don't have to come to any meetings, do i? oh yeah, and something about evil giants apparently? god, no wonder the world ended. someone probably just gave up and pushed the 'fuck it' button.

drama8om8

[ The post opens with a handy little form letter custom-designed by Octavia for people to fill out. Enjoy. ]

( Not an IC cut! )

[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]

Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.

I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.

[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]

And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.

toobig

[At the beginning of the message, there's an image. Bertholdt's still far too shy to make a video post or something, but the gear is there as well as the straps and his Scouting Legion cloak wrap.]

I hadn't looked in my storage closet for a few weeks... and this was inside when I went to get my good winter jacket ...not that I really need it with how... warm my body is now, but Ellie is still insisting on it for some reason?

Uh, anyway. I definitely can't use this stuff, even if my past self did. My skin is... too tight, it's hard to move normally let alone... uh-- do that sort of stuff.

So, uhm... if anyone... wants to take it... really far away from me... that'd be great...

I put it back... in the closet, but uh, now I can't stop thinking about it being there s-so... someone should just uh-- take it off my hands, please.

[Please. Ryan doesn't need to get excited about it either...!!!]

honestopinion

[Jamie’s getting older now, because his middle school is in a safe part of town and because his mother’s apartment isn’t either he’s welcome to ride public from school to home on certain days. Those days being the ones his mother had to work late…

Ever since it happened all he could think about is the echo, no matter how badly Jamie tired to push it out of his mind the memory just wouldn’t leave. It terrified him, what if this time he doesn’t have his mom to rescue him? There’s also the whole thing around these numbers.. and the tiny memories he’s been reliving almost through eyes that feel so much like his own.. The world he sees isn’t the same, however, and neither is the person, there are no glass frames or breathing issues behind those similar eyes.

A promise was also unforgotten, one concerning this number he couldn’t forget… to write it down on a piece of paper to prove some kind of point.. would it? What would it prove..? Jamie only has homework with him paper wise, and a notebook for humanities. However, he always has his 3DS on him. It seems stupid at the time and it’ll seem stupid tomorrow but Jamie writes his number over the touchpad of his three dimensional duel screen in the application swapnote.. the worlds read--

( Read more... )

--As if that will make them stop or as if anyone can hear him from his quiet set on the bus. What he doesn’t know is that others can hear him and soon replies will be coming in through his 3DS screen. You never know in Locke City if the person next to you is part of the network either. Hey, he added a bunch of people on his game, is ‘Your Friend Jamie Near By!’?]

titansno

Who: Rachel and any and all guests and trick-or-treaters
What: HALLOWEEN PARTY
Where: Rachel's brownstone
When: Starting in the evening on Thursday, October 31.
Warnings: Halloween things. Power flareups. Drinking. Probably people misbehaving.

( spooks come out for a swingin' wake )

schild

So... I know things are pretty rough right now, but... Well, I've suddenly found myself with a lot of free time and not a lot to do. I figured I'm not the only one who's had to stick to staying indoors recently, so...

Are there any shows anyone would recommend? Bertholdt has Netflix, so even old stuff is fine. Any good shows this season?

[ Yep Ryan had to quit his job... Echoes'll do that. Now's your chance to recommend Spoopy Hollow and CSU. ATTACK ON TITAN SPOILERS are go. ]

detectivetroll

Who: Anyone invited and anyone wanting to crash!
When: Saturday afternoon and into the evening/night
Where: Monroe's backyard
What: BARBECUE

( Changing leaves just make a perfect backdrop )

schild

Hey everybody! Me and Nick are throwing a barbecue this Saturday at [ Monroe's Address ] in honor of my birthday! Which is today. Don't worry, you don't have to get me anything, just being able to help everybody is good enough for me.

[ Wow, check out this loser. Is he for real? He's for real. ]

Anyway, it's Numbers-Only, so I thought I'd extend the invitation to anyone I've met on the network who wants to come! There'll be plenty of food, but if you're stopping by please feel free to bring snacks and join in. It'll be a nice time to unwind and hang out.

Hope to see you guys there!

[ Added later, in text. ]

Side-note: !! Nick is a police officer so you kids are dreaming if you think you're gonna score any free booze at this thing. Sorry! (I'm not, actually.) BYOB.

gainingmomentum

So for my own curiosity, and for the sake of other people in this little Numbers Club, I thought it'd be a good thing for those of us in public service positions to make ourselves known so we know who we can trust on the job, and who others can trust if they need help. Strictly voluntary - if you don't want to point yourself out, that's fine too. I don't know about any of you folks, but I rather like knowing who all is on my side.

And I suppose if any civilians have questions for any of us, have at asking.

[OOC: Posting format is akin to a CR meme - characters introduce themselves and tell their position and any other information they want to share.]

wasthatmymom

[Someone, new to the network wrote down their number and begins scratching in very important messages to the network.]

dick

dicks dicks dicks DICKS

[The writing switches to a sharpie rather than a pen.]

D I C K S

[That's it. That's all he writes.]

shortspoken

[ Anyone who knows Ellie will probably be surprised to see that she's posting via video. Though since she's an insular, cagey little shit the significance of this will be lost on most people.

Still. Video it is! The feed doesn't seem to be showing anything interesting at first - even disregarding the fact it's really dark out, it's just pointed high up between a couple of buildings in the dead district - but after a few seconds:

PCHOO. A small hooded figure hurtles through the air, aided by some kind of belt-mounted propulsion system and a set of twin grappling hooks. It's almost Spidermanesque, if Spiderman had a jetpack and a passion for extreme sports. Here's a handy illustrative gif!

After pulling off a couple of fancy loops that are clearly designed for the purposes of showing off, the figure swoops to the ground. She's holding her hood down to cover her face, but that doesn't do anything to hide the fact that she's super tiny. ~~And has a wonderful, beautiful nose.~~ She approaches whoever is recording the footage, holds out a hand and orders them to "give it here" before the video cuts out.

A few seconds later, a text message is apended to the footage. ]

If anyone remembers using anything like this, or killing giants in general, they should speak up.
If the "Vermaxi" ever do start appearing, a list of people who can fight them off effectively would be useful.

wirsinddiejager

[For a few moments, there's nothing but faint shuffling noises. Then:]

Is it on? Oh thank fuck somebody help, I'm- oh fuck-

[There's a thud, followed several minutes of swearing and ragey noises.]

Goddammit, just get me out of this thing ARGHRHGH-

[It goes on for like that for a while.]

gainingmomentum

[Walter's been trying to shake off the weird number sequence in his head since he had a weird mental trip a couple of weeks ago, but it's getting to the point that the numbers are impossible to not think about. And becoming more likely that it's not something that he heard on the radio in a song.

That, and his voracious hunger that started happening about the same time are too strange to be coincidental.

Finally, curiosity gets the better of him, and after keying the numbers into Google, he is met with...well, a dearth of information. Other people having weird stuff happen to them. Things about the water pollution that set off that weird dream and the numbers.

It's a bunch of stuff that defies logic, science, and common sense - but enough of it adds up that it can't really be ignored. May as well chime in. Walter switches on the video, and leans back in his chair, tenting his fingers while attempting to look pondersome. In reality, he looks like he's trying to be a supervillain but he's too dorky to pull it off.]

Okay, so. It's not every day that a series of numbers gets stuck in your head, and they turn out to lead you to some strange corner of the internet that tells me that my coworkers literally stink and are in on some kind of conspiracy. It's certainly news to me, that's for sure...

drama8om8

So I believe I recently made an incredibly unfortun8 error in judgement and declared the pink light pulse to be the worst pulse ever. What with the buzzing and the migraine I got l8r and the assumption that I didn't get shit from it. I thought it was a bust! A stupid dumb lamey-lame loser pulse for chumps.
8ut! As of today, certain things have come to light. I am an incredibly m8ture and modest individual and this is me st8ting publically, for the record, that I was ABSOLUTELY WRONG. 8)

( Cut for image, not icly here! )

stagnantair

Text; 2:57PM

Hey. I’ve been reading up on this place for a day or so now, I would think it was some elaborate university project if it wasn’t so detailed.

We had to make a programme for my coding class in uni but I never finished it. No wonder I barely got through it with a credit. Anyway, it’s pretty interesting.

Definitely something to spend my time on when work’s slow. The whole thing about past lives isn’t something I ever took into consideration and even then, these “Echoes” and “Pulses” people are talking about are strange.

All I did was find a ring, where’s the logical reasoning in that? It’s a common enough object to find in any time period, how do I know it wasn’t meant for someone else?

[There’s a pause in his typing as he take a call, but he comes back right afterward.]

Anything is better than sitting around in a cubicle though. I’m all for life changing phenomenon.

My name's Gavin, by the way. :)

toobig

A - Shopping; closed to Ellie, action - backdated to the 12th

( penguins don't quack )

B - Sleepover; closed to Ellie and Ryan, action - backdated to the 14th

( they drink because if they don't someone'll probably cry )

C - Network; OTA, handwritten text - 2:17AM

You'd really think the lottery for this Echo thing would have some kind of handicap for someone with a preexisting condition. Is there a help network for that kind of thing on here? I really can't stop taking my medicine.

enrages

there's a deer in my yard.

help.

unbraid

[ Homura has been reading along the network for a few weeks now. There is much to learn and absorb and she does her best to do just that. But she wants to know more and get involved properly-- she isn't quite satisfied with just observing because this feels like a place she could fit in. It feels like something she was meant to do.

She uncovers the camera's lens after a moment of nervousness and begins her post. ]

H...hello. It's good to meet you all, and-- I have a few small things I'd like to say, if you want to listen.

[ Is it okay to say her name?? A pretend name seems safest, but Homura does not want to lie to these people. ]

My name is Homura. I... I hope you'll understand that I don't want to give out my full name online. This is all, all very scary... Thank you. I have been reading for a little while, and trying to understand the situation the... the best someone like me can. I'm fourteen, and I have a heart condition... I can't run very far and I can't stay outside too long in the heat. I'm not very smart or very brave. But I want to help. I want to do something, something... something to help. I've been testing little things in the junkyard on the outskirts of town... no one goes anywhere near there, and... I can get there on my bike if I sneak out at night.

[ She swallows, and looks a little guilty. She wants to just come out and say it, but she's worried her mom might overhear. So she whispers: ]

I can make bombs. ... They're timed, and... they work well, I think. I have only been, um, been using little ones so I don't attract too much attention. But in, in theory-- in theory a bigger one should be even better. If anyone needs that sort of thing, I... I'll do my best. It's the best I think I can offer.

[ Suddenly she's glancing over her shoulder, she freezes up and then slumps back in her computer chair. ]

S-sorry, I thought I heard my mother. Anyways, um. Um. If I can help in another way, I want to do that too. Thank you.

Um... I do have one little r-request, if anyone wants to help me... I just want to know if anyone can catch me up. I'm not smart, so I want to make sure I understand what's going on. Just... just a summary would be nice. Thank you for listening. Thank you.

[ And the feed cuts with a little bow of her head. ]

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